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1DNA May 27
Life, a living orchestra —
a slow, steady climb,
the beginning of an overture,
greeted by the ****** of bells,
a gentle lullaby.

Gradually ascending —
a hum of the cello,
followed by a whisper of drums,
and a surge in pitch —
an escalating crescendo.

Emotions of music —
an overwhelming symphony,
dances alive,
attains its pinnacle,
an immense apogee.

A languid fall,
Into a pit of echoes,
all life enervates,
fading;
the final moments
before the end begins.

Aftermath creeps,
ushering in silence,
inching along,
devouring bit by bit,
towards a silent cadence.
Learnt some new terms related to music!
1DNA May 27
A hundred thousand homes destroyed,
A hundred thousand souls trampled,
A hundred thousand dreams crushed.
All that remained was red–
Hearts surrendered,
the color of blood,
All for her–
a love worth the world.
Just recently completed re-watching one my most favourit animes!
This one's a result of tat!
1DNA May 26
Please,
Do not carve wounds upon your skin,
Do not let your blood spill thin.
Instead,
Carve pain in words upon the sheet.
Pour your sorrow out in ink.
To all the self-harmers out there,
Even if you may not feel it,
You are loved.
So do not hurt yourselves!
  May 26 1DNA
Heart hacker
Life doesn't come with a map.
It throws curveballs, storms, and silence.
You take the hits. You get back up.
You wear the scars like armor—not shame.

Not everyone's going to clap when you rise—
Good. You're not here for their applause.
You're here to own your story,
Not beg for a role in someone else's.

The world will try to crush you.
Lie to you.
Tell you you're too much, or not enough.
Laugh when you fall.
Doubt when you speak.
But guess what?

They don’t get to define you.
You are forged, not broken.
Bent, not beaten.
Every bruise is a blueprint.
Every fall, fuel.

So break the rules they wrote for you.
Set fire to the limits.
And walk—no, run—into the life
you were told you couldn't have.
1DNA May 26
O trothful comrade,
What soever shall I do?
Hadst thou not been thither,
Biding by the loo?

My quiet white knight,
A bold one, is he,
Swift to save my ****—
Quite literally.

Howbeit grim the duty,
He bringeth to pass,
Removes all the blemish,
No questions asked.

Thro’ the sea an’ the storm,
We rest hand in hand;
Anon, a vanquished battle—
In pride we stand.

O trothful comrade,
If but it were e’er true,
That people were toilet papers,
Just such as thou.
no wait...that doesn't sound right...hm...

I was forced to do this..

and this is how it rolled out
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